dear diary,
I don't know why I have days like this. I don't know why. I wake up in distress, though I don't know over what. I walk around worried. I can't focus on anything. I check my mail (it's habitual), but can't grasp onto any words that I am reading. I can't understand how the words are supposed to MEAN something. They are just letters randomly grouped together...not conveying any sort of emotion or statement, no attachment to anything. I can try to write back, try to be happy, use the cliche words and phrases to let everyone think I am alright. But I lose it. I start to cry, the crying gets harder. Hysteria. My hands are shaking and I can't grab onto anything. I'll try to write, my usual release...but I keep writing the same meaningless sentences over and over. They don't make sense to anyone but me anyway. I'm losing it again. I don't know why this happens. I don't know what sets all this off.
It's so sunny outside. So I'll close the blinds. I'll curl up on the bed or the floor in fetal position and yell. I Try yelling things between sobs. Saliva and snot running into my mouth while I yell obscenities and apologies at no one. My mother would be so proud.
I feel like I need something. But I have no idea what. And I feel that this 'something' is the only thing that can make me sane again. Make me feel 'normal', at least able to get dressed and leave the house.
The phone rings and rings, but I can't answer it. I can't let on to this chaos that is ensuing in my house right now. "oh god, what would they think?!" what if I start crying to whoever is on the other end...I probably would. Because I don't care who or what is on the other end.
I am yelling into a dialtone. Apologizing for those things I thought I did, or couldn't do.
I want to rip my chest open. Will that do it? Will that lift this heavy weight off of my heart? Screaming and tearing at the skin. If I could bleed, then at least I could feel something human again. If I rip my eyes out, then I could feel pain like other people. I don't have to deal with this extra-sensitive pain to everything I touch, hear, or see.
Writhing in some kind of torturous pain, I'll want to break things. I want to destroy something. I want to destroy something to know that i have done it. I want that control.
I wish I knew why this happened. Not all the time, some days I can go through normally, and actually be happy for people. Other days I can fake it. Then days like these I can't even comprehend what actual happiness is.
I am a knot of insecurities, "what ifs", apologies, lies, rumors, locked secrets, open doors. I know it will pass, it always does. That passing just can't get here quickly enough. Then i fear the next day it will come again.
I don't know why I have days like this. I don't know why. I wake up in distress, though I don't know over what. I walk around worried. I can't focus on anything. I check my mail (it's habitual), but can't grasp onto any words that I am reading. I can't understand how the words are supposed to MEAN something. They are just letters randomly grouped together...not conveying any sort of emotion or statement, no attachment to anything. I can try to write back, try to be happy, use the cliche words and phrases to let everyone think I am alright. But I lose it. I start to cry, the crying gets harder. Hysteria. My hands are shaking and I can't grab onto anything. I'll try to write, my usual release...but I keep writing the same meaningless sentences over and over. They don't make sense to anyone but me anyway. I'm losing it again. I don't know why this happens. I don't know what sets all this off.
It's so sunny outside. So I'll close the blinds. I'll curl up on the bed or the floor in fetal position and yell. I Try yelling things between sobs. Saliva and snot running into my mouth while I yell obscenities and apologies at no one. My mother would be so proud.
I feel like I need something. But I have no idea what. And I feel that this 'something' is the only thing that can make me sane again. Make me feel 'normal', at least able to get dressed and leave the house.
The phone rings and rings, but I can't answer it. I can't let on to this chaos that is ensuing in my house right now. "oh god, what would they think?!" what if I start crying to whoever is on the other end...I probably would. Because I don't care who or what is on the other end.
I am yelling into a dialtone. Apologizing for those things I thought I did, or couldn't do.
I want to rip my chest open. Will that do it? Will that lift this heavy weight off of my heart? Screaming and tearing at the skin. If I could bleed, then at least I could feel something human again. If I rip my eyes out, then I could feel pain like other people. I don't have to deal with this extra-sensitive pain to everything I touch, hear, or see.
Writhing in some kind of torturous pain, I'll want to break things. I want to destroy something. I want to destroy something to know that i have done it. I want that control.
I wish I knew why this happened. Not all the time, some days I can go through normally, and actually be happy for people. Other days I can fake it. Then days like these I can't even comprehend what actual happiness is.
I am a knot of insecurities, "what ifs", apologies, lies, rumors, locked secrets, open doors. I know it will pass, it always does. That passing just can't get here quickly enough. Then i fear the next day it will come again.

